I am an addict. So I guess that’s the first step, right? Admit that you have a problem. Well I do. My addiction sucks my time away. It steals me away from homework, socialization, college applications, study time, and my family. It whispers promises of a better time and an escape from reality. It’s a constant nagging in the back of my mind. Everywhere I look I see it. My friends do nothing to stop it. My mother is oblivious to just how serious it is. Late at night I give in to it, listening for my mother’s footsteps outside my door. Occasionally early in the morning when I don’t get enough of it the night before. I don’t know how to stop. Words are no use in trying to describe the feelings felt when engaging in it. The outside world becomes
